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I force myself to focus, trying to find my footing as my desires threaten to overpower my reason. “It’s a solid plan,” I admit grudgingly, my voice rough with suppressed longing.

The meeting drags on, but all I can think about is how much I crave Bria. My heart races, my senses sharpen, and my body aches for her touch. And yet, I refuse to give in to these instincts. I need to prove that I am more than just an alpha-hole orc, that I can be the disciplined CEO and powerful leader people expect me to be.

But the longer I look at her, the harder it becomes to resist. The air crackles with tension as we exchange heated glances and terse words, the unspoken hunger between us growing more intense with each passing moment.

My heart races at the sight of her, her curvy body swaying hypnotically with each step.

I try to ignore the way my mouth waters and my cock stirs in response to her presence.

I can’t help but marvel at her sharp intelligence. She’s not just a beautiful face; she has the brains to match. Her fiery personality only adds to her allure, making it nearly impossible for me to focus on anything but her.

Her big brown eyes lock onto mine. I nod, pretending to be absorbed in the data she’s presenting, but all I can think about is how much I want her.

I feel my heart pound erratically in my chest.

Her expression darkens, her luscious lips parting.

My breath catches in my throat as I realize our mutual desire burns between us like a wildfire, threatening to consume us both.

I’m unable to tear my gaze away from her. The room seems to shrink around us; the air growing thick with anticipation as we stand on the precipice of something life-changing.

My cock throbs painfully against the confines of my slacks, and I can barely contain a groan.

My heart races as I watch Bria move to the front of the conference room, her hips swaying seductively with each step. The scent of her, a sweet and musky aroma that’s uniquely hers, fills my nostrils, and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to bury my face in her neck and breathe her in.

As she continues speaking, I can’t help but marvel at her beauty. Her deep brown skin seems to glow under the lights, and her plump mouth forms each word with hypnotic precision. My eyes linger on her full lips, imagining how they would feel wrapped around my cock, and I have to adjust myself discreetly to alleviate some of the pressure building in my pants.

I’m forcing myself to focus on her words rather than on her body. Fuck, it’s difficult to concentrate when all I want to do is strip her bare and fuck her senseless right here on this conference table.

As she speaks, her intelligence and personality shine through, making her even more irresistible. I can barely contain my desire to claim her as my own; it’s a primal urge that courses through my veins, demanding attention.

“Any questions?” Bria finally asks, wrapping up her presentation. Several hands shoot up in the air, but she looks directly at me, as if daring me to challenge her.

“None,” I respond, my voice heavy with lust. “Your presentation was… thorough.”

“Thank you, Viktoor,” she replies, her eyes never leaving mine. It’s an unspoken acknowledgement of the desire that simmers between us. My heart hammers in my chest.

Memories of the old orc tales my grandfather used to tell me come flooding back, stories of fated mates destined to find each other.

My cock stirs at the sound of her voice, hardening. My mind races, filled with vivid images of all the sinful things I want to do to her.

I feel my control slipping, my primal instincts threatening to take over completely. But I force myself to remain focused, knowing that I must keep some semblance of order for Bria’s sake.

I can’t deny my orcish instincts any longer; she’s awakened the beast within me, and it’s ready to claim its mate.

Five

Bria

Viktoor watches my guarded expression as the executives file out of the conference room. His golden gaze probes me, as if he can see right through my mask of indifference.

As the last person leaves, Viktoor strides over and leans against the table, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest. “Your marketing strategy is quite impressive, Miss Jones.”

His deep, gravelly voice washes over me, stirring unwanted heat low in my belly. I clench my thighs, struggling to appear unaffected. “Was it?”

“Mmm. Ambitious. Visionary, even.” He smirks, flashing sharp teeth. “Though I wonder if it’s a bit unrealistic.”

My hackles rise at the implied insult. “Unrealistic? This strategy is innovative and data-driven. It will revolutionize how people discover and consume our media.”

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